The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

Chapter 1118 The Power and Prestige of Daozu Ye

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned even paler.

Everyone knows.

The strength of the Flying Heaven Sect should not be underestimated.

There is Ye Daozu, a master of both swords and sabers at the Refinement Void Realm, and a demonic corpse capable of directly confronting someone at the Nascent Soul Realm.
In fact, according to rumors...

Not long ago, Yan Qingying, the Dao Soldier Master of the Flying Heaven Sect, also successfully broke through to the Yuan Shen Dao Realm.

What's more, what terrifies the world most are the three Heavenly Spirit Ships of the Flying Gate.

Three celestial ships, capable of traversing the sea, suppressing mountains, and crossing the sky.

If they all act together, they would be able to destroy a medium-sized sect with a Nascent Soul Dao Realm expert in charge.

With just the resources of Jiuyang Pavilion, they probably couldn't even break through the opponent's Tongtian Spirit Ship.

"Get out here right now!"

Suddenly, the Lord of the Rising Sun Pavilion roared and burst out of the stone door.

"Quickly! We surrender as our ancestors demanded."

He stumbled and staggered his way out of the main hall.

He ran wildly toward the celestial ship suspended in mid-air, his hair disheveled like that of a madman.

They all acted this way upon seeing the Pavilion Master of Jiuyang Pavilion.

The other elders and disciples in the Nine Yang Pavilion naturally followed suit.

They saw that their protective mountain formation was as if it had been struck by a meteorite, with countless cracks appearing on it.

Then with a crack, it shattered into pieces and scattered.

"Flying Heaven Sect, spare our lives! My Rising Sun Pavilion is willing to surrender! We will hand over all our resources! We beg Dao Ancestor Ye to give us a way out!"

The sound echoed through the valley, startling the birds in the forest into scattering.

Half an hour ago.

On the deck of the Tongtian Spirit Ship, the wind whipped Ye Yang and Gu Xuan's robes.

Gu Xuan gazed at the crumbling Nine Yang Pavilion array below, his eyes remaining completely calm.

The vitality brought by the Longevity Fruit was flowing through his meridians, causing his withered palms to turn a pale red.

After receiving Ye Yang's signal.

Gu Xuan nodded and walked to the bow of the Tongtian Spirit Ship.

"In that case, let my Flying Heaven Sect send a 'big gift' to the Nine Suns Pavilion."

Gu Xuan took a deep breath and suddenly opened his arms wide.

Two dazzling golden lines formed on his palm.

With a low shout, hundreds of glass lamps suddenly lit up on both sides of the Tongtian Spirit Ship.

The spiritual fire inside the lamp suddenly surged, transforming into streams of golden light that flowed into the array's core on the ship's roof.

In an instant, huge array patterns appeared on the ship's hull.

Countless runes pulsed like stars.

Ultimately, it coalesced into a virtual golden sun, hanging directly above the spirit ship.

"Golden Sun Soars Across the Sky, Break!"

Gu Xuan's roar pierced through the clouds.

The golden sun suddenly plummeted, transforming into a golden pillar of light with a diameter of a hundred feet.

It crashed into the protective array of the Nine Suns Pavilion with a force capable of scorching the heavens and destroying the earth.

The moment the golden light collided with the protective shield.

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a series of fine cracking sounds!
Followed by.

Bang!
It was as if glass had been struck by a heavy hammer.

The seemingly solid golden shield was cracked at a visible speed, and countless runes wailed and dissipated in the golden light.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the protective mountain formation shattered completely.

Golden fragments scattered like shooting stars, revealing panicked figures inside.

The disciples of Jiuyang Pavilion in the square looked up at the spirit ship that blotted out the sky.

Upon seeing the golden light that pierced through the heavens and earth, many people collapsed to the ground.

In particular, the magical artifacts in his hands clattered and fell to the ground.

"Master Ye, we are willing to surrender!"

A soft, melodious voice drifted from within the Nine Suns Pavilion.

Ye Yang looked up.

Just then, an old figure suddenly soared into the sky.

He stood in front of the Jiuyang Pavilion.

The old ancestor Wentian had gray hair and his Taoist robe was covered in dust.

They were clearly just disturbed from their secluded retreat.

At that moment, they witnessed the mountain-protecting formation shatter.

The old ancestor Wentian's pupils shrank sharply, but he didn't dare to make the slightest move.

He gazed at Ye Yang on the Heavenly Spirit Ship, bowed deeply in its direction, his waist bent like a shrimp. "Dao Ancestor Ye, spare my life!"

The voice of the Ancestor Wentian trembled with a fawning tone, completely lacking the majesty of a Primordial Spirit Dao Ancestor.

"I was blind and ignorant. I should not have allowed my disciples to hoard resources and disobey the orders of the Dao Alliance!"

"As long as Daozu Ye is willing to spare my Nine Yang Pavilion a chance to live, the Nine Yang Pavilion is willing to become an affiliated sect of the Flying Heaven Sect!"

As he spoke, he threw the Heavenly Question Sword on the ground.

Gu Xuan on the deck snorted coldly.

"If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? When the Demon Clan's scouts were slaughtering the families they relied on, why didn't you think of the Dao Alliance's orders?"

After Gu Xuan finished speaking.

Ye Yang quietly watched the humble figure below.

Only when cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the Old Ancestor Wentian did he slowly speak.

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

“Fellow Daoist Wentian, it’s not that I, Ye, am disrespectful.”

He raised his hand and waved it, and a golden contract floated in mid-air.

It was in the Demon Suppression City that the alliance agreement was signed.

The three characters "Jiuyang Pavilion" on the contract, which were signed by the Taoist sworn brothers, were surrounded by a blood-red talisman and emitted an ominous red light.

"The Dao Alliance has decreed that those who fail to resist the demons or hoard resources shall have their sects destroyed and their spiritual veins confiscated."

Ye Yang's gaze swept over the trembling crowd below.

"The Dao Alliance has issued its order, and as a member of the Dao Alliance, I, Ye, shall naturally obey it."

As the last four words fell, the face of the Old Ancestor Wentian turned deathly pale, as if all the blood had been drained from him.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only made a strange hoarse sound.

Those cloudy eyes widened suddenly, filled first with disbelief, then with fear and despair.

He knew that once Ye Yang said those words, there was no room for maneuver left for Jiuyang Pavilion.

"Don't push your luck!"

Suddenly, Ancestor Wentian roared, and the pressure of the Primordial Spirit Dao Realm erupted.

However, when they approached within a hundred feet of the Tongtian Spirit Ship, they were blocked by the array patterns on the ship's hull.

"My Nine Yang Pavilion has been passed down for ten thousand years, how can it be destroyed by your hands?"

“If you want to exterminate us all, my Nine Yang Pavilion is not one to be easily captured.”

"Anyone caught?"

"Fellow Daoist is joking. I'm afraid you'll have no choice but to surrender today."

"you!"

The Ancestor Wentian laughed wildly and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence landed on the Tianwen Sword on the ground and was instantly absorbed by the sword.

hum!
The sword, which was originally covered in cracks, suddenly emitted a humming sound like a dragon's roar.

Its entire body glowed with a blood-red light.

"The Dharma of the Yuanshen, come out!"

With a roar, nine blazing suns suddenly appeared behind him, each exuding an aura that could scorch mountains and boil seas.

The instant the primordial spirit manifests in the world.

The aura emanating from Ancestor Wentian soared like a rocket.

The pressure that was originally only at the Nascent Soul Dao Realm level suddenly increased several times in just a few breaths.

He had vaguely touched the threshold of the Refining Void Dao Realm.

"Peak of the Nascent Soul Realm..."

Ye Yang raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He could feel it clearly.

The primordial spirit power within the body of Ancestor Wentian was currently operating wildly in a manner that was almost like burning.

The nine illusory suns even contained a faint trace of void power.

Clearly, the other side already knew that the situation was hopeless.

At this moment, under Ye Yang's repeated coercion, he was prepared to burn his lifespan and fight to the death.

"Dao Ancestor, be careful!"

Gu Xuan gave a low shout from the side, and golden patterns once again condensed in his palm, ready to activate the Golden Sun Sky Patrol Array to provide support at any time.

Ye Yang waved his hand, lightly stepped on the deck with his right foot, and then disembarked from the Tongtian Spirit Ship.

He swooped down like an arrow released from a bow.

The Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword at his waist automatically unsheathed and landed in his palm.

The moment the longsword was in hand.

A dragon's roar suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The cyan sword light converged from all directions like a tide, condensing into a lifelike cyan dragon phantom behind him.

The patterns on the dragon scales were clearly visible, and each scale shimmered with a chilling light.

"rise!"

(End of this chapter)